I'm a crier. There was a 10 year period of my life when I was too cool to cry, but now anything could set me off. A sad animal commercial, the frustration of not being able to open a pickle jar, or really happy news can spark the waters. It just so happens that this week was a particularly tough week in Moscow. As I was relaying some of the events of my day to Chase on the subway, I started to get a little emotional. I put my head on his shoulder and was sniffling my heart out when suddenly an elderly Russian woman came over and held out a super-size Twix bar. I politely declined her offer in garbled Russian and tears, but she just laid it on my bag and said, "So you never get sad." Of course, I immediately burst into tears again because I have the emotional control of a baby. It was just such a sweet gesture from a complete stranger. It's a perfect analogy for this city- just when you think that life's tough and you don't have anything figured out, someone bright spot comes along that reminds you of everything good. Russian people have struggled through hard times in the 90's, and it has made them skeptical and tough. Yes Russian people are also kind, welcoming, and willing to share what they have, no matter how big or little. That woman was my Moscow Angel that day.